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Blue and red lights flashed. Broken glass scattered across the road, sparkling in the beams of light from the police vehicles. The rain finally stopped pouring as the wrecker came to take the mangled car away.
Jack, the police captain, stood looking at the scene before him. The silver mini van looked as if a herd of bears mauled it. Scratches covered every surface of the vehicle. They left nothing but shards of glass to the windows. Dents pummeled down the passenger side. Something had also caved the roof in. The car was a crushed tuna can. His hands caressed the claw marks left on the side of the vehicle, tracing over the tears in the metal.
The passengers, a man and a woman, were found yards away and looked as if a cougar had attacked them. Poor souls, thought Jack as he made his way to the victims.He had seen his fair share of death and despair through the years on the force, but this... This was an otherworldly, violent attack. This was…. Bloodshed.
“Sir, what kind of animal would do this?” a baffled officer asked as he walked up beside Jack, eyes scouring the scene surrounding them, with his hand covering his nose and mouth.
The smell of blood was overpowering in the cool spring air. The captain sat back on his heels, surveying the massacre in front of him.
Jack just hung and shook his head. Not an animal at all. “I don’t know, son. But hopefully, these souls didn’t suffer.” I know they did, though. Our kind aren’t forgiving when we kill, he thought to himself.
A pair of first responders stepped up, one holding a backpack diaper bag. “We found this in the ditch alongside the highway, Captain. But we didn’t see a car seat or booster seat. Should we be looking for a child?”
Jack’s eyes searched the highway in a panic. Please don’t let us find a baby. Kids were a weakness to Jack; he had always wanted one of his own.
“Better to be safe than sorry. Start where you found the bag. I’ll look on the wooded side of the road.” The officers split up and started searching.
*clink *clink *clink
What was that?
*clink *clink *clink
Jack had to focus on his hearing. Being a vampire allowed his senses to go into overdrive when he wanted. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the metal clinking sound.
*clink
THERE!
He whipped his head around and saw it; Just off the side of the road on the wood line. A purple car seat with its back towards the crash.
Please. Please be alive.
Jack focused on the seat as he slowly walked up to it. He could hear a small heart beat.
Thank you, Goddess.
He let out a relieved sigh with closed eyes as he tilted his face towards the skies.
Jack hurried to the seat and kneeled beside it. He glanced around to make sure there were no more threats, his hand instinctively went to his gun in his holster when he saw movement in the trees. Before he could react further, a sneeze caught his attention.
He slowly turned the car seat around and the biggest set of hypnotic green eyes he had ever seen met his gaze. The child’s chubby hands were playing with a silver necklace of some sort. She looked up at Jack, giggled, and reached out to him. Jack’s heart melted.
He held out his index finger, and she didn't hesitate to wrap her hand around it. The warmth from that simple contact surprised him. She didn’t seem to be affected by the cool air from the rain.
This little thing had probably witnessed the most horrific thing in her life and she was all smiles when she saw him. He cautiously lifted the car seat and made his way with the precious cargo towards the ambulance. She needed to be checked out by the paramedics.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ve got you.”
“How in the hell did you allow her to escape? AGAIN?!” Sloane was seething, spit spewing from his angry mouth as he listened to his informant on the cell phone.He set his phone on speaker, then pushed away from his desk to pace the large office. He listened intently as the vampire on the other end of the line muttered excuse after excuse. If Sloane could have, he would have sworn he was about to have an aneurysm from the stress. He was surrounded by idiots. “I don’t care about your excuses! What the fuck happened?” he leaned over his phone, braced his hands on either side. He raked a hand over his face, trying to calm himself. “Now tell me once again. What happened?” Silence fell in the room.The informant cleared his throat before speaking, “Sir. I kept tabs on the girl and Malachy for most of the night before they slipped away, out of the ballroom at Opal Moon.”“And?” Sloane groaned out through gritted teeth, not hiding the irritation in his voice.The informant’s heavy breathi
Caramel brown liquid flowed from the decanter into the two glasses on the bookshelf. Jack took a deep breath, refusing to meet Mal’s gaze. He handed Mal a glass, then drank the entire contents of the second. “I know that you two are…um.. Jeez, Mal. This is very difficult to talk about. She’s my daughter, damn it.”Mal looked down at his glass and swirled the amber liquid before he spoke. “How long have we known each other, Jack?” He lifted his eyes to stare back at his best friend. “Decades. I am calm and deliberate. Correct?”Jack nodded in agreement.“When have you ever seen me truly smile? When have I ever stayed in one place for more than a few months? I’m crazy in love with your daughter, Jack.” He waited for Jack to say something, to say anything. But silence filled the space between them.Jack walked around his desk to stand in front of the window that overlooked the backyard. His eyes fell on the tattered swing that hung from a low tree branch. He smiled to himself.Malachy wal
The fresh smell of coffee made Claire stir in her bed. Still a little groggy, she rolled over to a set of muscular arms that wrapped around her. She snuggled even closer and nuzzled into his neck. “You’ll be the perfect man if you have food and coffee on the nightstand for me,” she joked.Mal sighed deeply and leaned away from her to grab a steaming mug and bowl. “Lucky for you, I am pretty perfect,” he teased. “Here. Sit up. Be careful, it’s still pretty hot.” He helped Claire sit up and relax against the headboard before he handed her the coffee.She greedily wrapped her hands around the ceramic mug, held it to her lips and inhaled the fumes deeply with closed eyes. “Ah. I didn’t think I could love you more. Thank you.” She gently kissed his lips and sipped her black coffee with closed eyes. “Have we heard anything from Opal Moon?” Eager eyes searched his as she took a bite out of the oatmeal, waiting for Mal to respond. He couldn’t help thinking how incredible she was. So much happ
Her mind was reeling. Tonight was turning out to test her mental abilities. She closed her eyes and put her fingers to her temples, attempting to rub out the headache she felt creeping up. Claire felt dizzy as she slowly swayed.“Whoa now. Here, sit back down and take another drink.” Mal ushered her back to the bed and gave her a glass of water. With unsteady hands, she drank its entire contents. “I know it’s a lot to comprehend right now…”“Yeah. No shit.”Her response made him smirk, which he couldn’t hide. “Love. Take a few deep breaths.” After a few moments, she composed herself, then her weary eyes met his. “So I’m not human?”Mal sat beside her and pulled her to his side. “Oh, you’re still human, just a different breed. It’s been a long time since the Hunters have been in our thoughts. We believed them to be damn near extinct decades ago. We used them as horror stories to scare the young. But I honestly can’t think of any other explanation.”She shot up and took a few confident
Her mind went blank. “What the fuck are you talking about, Mal?” Se quickly pulled her hand away and stood up. She needed space away from him. The hurt was evident on his face that he didn’t want her to walk away, but she couldn’t think with him touching her.She stared straight into his eyes. “I need you to be very clear here, Mal. Your next words better not be ‘I killed your parents.’”Mal chuckled slightly, then placed her hands in his. “I did not kill your parents, Love. Rogue vampires did — that much of it is true.”She let out a deep sigh, waiting for him. “Well, that’s good.” Urging him to continue, she crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow.“I should start from the beginning, but please sit back down.” He patted the spot on the bed she had vacated. His eyes pleading, “Please, Claire.”She nodded her head, wrapped the blanket over her shoulders, and calmly took her seat. Her fingers fiddled with a loose thread for a few seconds before Mal’s hands held hers, stopp
Everything was the same: same black leather couch, same wooden coffee table, same… everything. Taking a few hesitant steps further into the room, her hands grazed over the bar top, feeling each nick and crack on the surface. Her fingers found the watermark left on it when she was eight from her sweet tea. Jack complained about each time he washed the top, and she giggled remembering her father’s hysterics.She continued to pace around, making her way to the kitchen and dining room. So many memories swamped her brain. So many meals, conversations, and laughs happened in this room. She put a hand on her chest, trying to stabilize herself a bit. After a few deep breaths, she let go, and a few tears fell.It felt good to be home.She wandered aimlessly around the house, touching everything she could. Family photos still lined the hallway to Jack’s office and bedroom. Poking her head into the office, Claire inhaled deeply and found it still smelled like his cigars. She smiled and stepped aw







